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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

"What can I do for you, my cute little baby sister?" Theo asked coyly, elongating the end of the last word.

He was clearly in a good mood because his little sister had made him an impromptu call.

As for whatever he was doing at that time...

[If his classmates and teachers, especially his Master knew of his thoughts, they would definitely be coughing out 2 to 3 mouthfuls of blood each.]

"Big Brother Theo, I need your help with something," Emilin's voice was warm with a tinge of care.

Her usually rigid and stiff cold eyes also softened various degrees, in fact, her whole posture was a little less guarded and more comfortable looking.

These were just some of the observations that made Xander's eye widen.

He never knew Emilin to have this side to her, but what was more striking was that he never thought Emilin could possibly have this side to her.

Why is it him!? Pt I: (Bad and Worse Alarms)